The very next day we were back on the road and hitting it hard, like it was some kind of big wasp holding a nursery to ransom.
Our next port of call was Queenstown ('Well, they're all the Queen's towns mate', as I tried to say multiple times, not once appropriately or amusingly). Queenstown was pretty pleasant, if slightly stringent on where you can park.
We found a nice spot a good fifteen minutes drive outside of town. It was a government-maintained camping spot, or DOC site, which we should have put money inside an envelope for as a 'donation' but there weren´t any envelopes, so they lost out. Simple admin. In 1929 it was exactly this kind of lacklustre envelope distribution that led to the Wall Street Crash.
Here we got more adventurous with our culinary exploits. Dan and I, and notably not Helen, got rather chilly when we swam and washed in the glacial lake that was next to our camp spot, and the next day I went on an explore and got a bit wanky with my camera. (Wanky in a ´trying to be arty´ way, rather than using my camera as a masturbatory aid. What would have been more impressive is up to you to decide.)
'Twas in Queenstown that we met Dan's previous travelling buddy Jimbo. At this point he was also bouncing around with a mate called Rick. That evening we had our most adventurous dinner yet - it even had meat in it - and a German lady made an all-too-literal direct translation and wished us a 'Good appetite'. Which was nice.
After dindins we went to a bar and had a few 2for1 beers and a boogie to a band that did reasonable covers of really good bands' songs. I got started on by a Goth that wore a leather collar and sunglasses at night, we spotted an absolutely hooned thirty-year-old woman walking around mine-sweeping, and I nearly bought a burger for the equivalent of about £11. Fun times.
The next day we went to see the little cove which sort of serves as a beach, I nicked some Brazilians's ball (they had three, which is just greedy) and tried unsuccessfully to show off in front of them, at which point I went back and shaved my head the closest that it's been since I had crabs.
Nits.
Our next port of call was Queenstown ('Well, they're all the Queen's towns mate', as I tried to say multiple times, not once appropriately or amusingly). Queenstown was pretty pleasant, if slightly stringent on where you can park.
We found a nice spot a good fifteen minutes drive outside of town. It was a government-maintained camping spot, or DOC site, which we should have put money inside an envelope for as a 'donation' but there weren´t any envelopes, so they lost out. Simple admin. In 1929 it was exactly this kind of lacklustre envelope distribution that led to the Wall Street Crash.
Here we got more adventurous with our culinary exploits. Dan and I, and notably not Helen, got rather chilly when we swam and washed in the glacial lake that was next to our camp spot, and the next day I went on an explore and got a bit wanky with my camera. (Wanky in a ´trying to be arty´ way, rather than using my camera as a masturbatory aid. What would have been more impressive is up to you to decide.)
'Twas in Queenstown that we met Dan's previous travelling buddy Jimbo. At this point he was also bouncing around with a mate called Rick. That evening we had our most adventurous dinner yet - it even had meat in it - and a German lady made an all-too-literal direct translation and wished us a 'Good appetite'. Which was nice.
After dindins we went to a bar and had a few 2for1 beers and a boogie to a band that did reasonable covers of really good bands' songs. I got started on by a Goth that wore a leather collar and sunglasses at night, we spotted an absolutely hooned thirty-year-old woman walking around mine-sweeping, and I nearly bought a burger for the equivalent of about £11. Fun times.
The next day we went to see the little cove which sort of serves as a beach, I nicked some Brazilians's ball (they had three, which is just greedy) and tried unsuccessfully to show off in front of them, at which point I went back and shaved my head the closest that it's been since I had crabs.
Nits.
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